They burst upon the sleeping Chippeway;[12]
Their women wail whose hated fingers dare
To reap the harvest of our midnight hair;
Swifter than eagles, as a panther fleet,
A hungry panther seeking for his meat,
So swift and noiseless their avenging feet.
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Dakota matrons truest are and best,
Dakota maidens too are loveliest.”
He ceased, and soon, departing through the night,